07-09-2018, 02:03 AM
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DOES THE BLANK STARE-
SCARE YOU MORE THAN THE FROWN?
[W]iskerDOES THE BLANK STARE-
SCARE YOU MORE THAN THE FROWN?
[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;color: #E0EEEE;"] While Argus has never been a religious person- she knows that there are demons and gods walking along the same plane. Years of crowd watching; it became easier to pick out subtle details of an immortal like herself- the way the world's energy seems to shift around them is a different manor entirely to that of negligence. An arrogance that was always put into place, Gods and devils thinking their unavailable just because of their self=imposed abilities to heal. But there are worst things than death, oh does she know there are much worst things than death.
Idle hands are the devils business, they say. Argus is not proficient at proverbs but the wolf has had experience with this one. Knows what it's like to walk the path of blank-aimless energy. How quickly it became a desperate crawling- yearning- craving for chaos. Turning her back onto the world and hurting without reason- without restraint. She could not say that family stopped her- when she had no family back then. Only loose ties that strung together symbols of her last name. It took a while for anyone to come looking for her then. A long time for someone to even bother. Yet Des was too late- Argus was too far gone then and when confronted- she turned her back on her family too.
It was like wakeing up from a dream, walking from that broken city. The blood of her paws did not stop her, the loss of killing her own sibling didn't phase her. It was a ghost coming to haunt her. She changed one master for another. Chaos for revenge. Argus- in all her life did not regret her decision for revenge. Because it gave her something else than a bloody corpse- it gave her family again.
It was only later that that life was snuffed. The memories a vacancy of reason and logic.
In all her life- blood and fire chased her. Living memories of the dead haunt her to this day. And life? Life gets darker. It goes on without anyone's say- and while animals hit dirt and stumble- the world will not bat an eye.
There are times the death god will mourn her own emotions- how easily it is to grow attached to people. An immortal with mortal values- mortal needs. companionship, hope- family. While she can sit and hope for the ability to detach herself from her ties- to look at this world the way a distant eldritch being- and be able to drift without forming ties. Without purpose-fueled by petty desires.
emotions made everything so much more complicated
No one is ever typically fond of their actions are willing to talk about them- it's the reason why so little know about her beside fables of monsters to cull curious children. It was stupidly easily how someone could hide from their past- changing their name and appearance was enough for her. Years of hurting other's accumulating a reputation is now only referenced as a ghost of her former self. A wolf hiding an even darker wolf.
She could not say family was an answer to the worlds problems. She could not tell someone to be better and make it so. It took time- patience. But it took someone else to pull you from that cycle of hate. It still goes- it's still present within her- itching- twitching- fighting away in the recesses of her mind. But it is no longer the driving force.
It wasn't uncommon for her to be outside the territory- merely skimming the waves with her own wings- surveying movements of rouges and keeping appearances within the world While the typhoon ticked on. She did not usually stop, didn't really approach other's either. But Argus was still every bit of impulsive as she was when she was a child. She let her own wanderlust take hold of her paws until she detected the other not far up ahead. Dull crimson eyes watching the other from a short distance away. A ghost amidst the tree's
"You look lost." The wolf's voice was calm, not soothing- with the rough tinged in her voice it was coarse as if she had spent the morning yelling. When she stepped into a better lighting she made the appearance of looking nonthreatening with the giant gaping hole in her chest. Ears slightly wilted in subdued inquisition. "In a way that has nothing to do with direction" Argus always tended to speak in riddles with people she didn't know- people she wanted to know. Slightly cryptic in nature. She waited for a response. Maybe they would lash out? Or a quiet acknowledge?
Idle hands are the devils business, they say. Argus is not proficient at proverbs but the wolf has had experience with this one. Knows what it's like to walk the path of blank-aimless energy. How quickly it became a desperate crawling- yearning- craving for chaos. Turning her back onto the world and hurting without reason- without restraint. She could not say that family stopped her- when she had no family back then. Only loose ties that strung together symbols of her last name. It took a while for anyone to come looking for her then. A long time for someone to even bother. Yet Des was too late- Argus was too far gone then and when confronted- she turned her back on her family too.
It was like wakeing up from a dream, walking from that broken city. The blood of her paws did not stop her, the loss of killing her own sibling didn't phase her. It was a ghost coming to haunt her. She changed one master for another. Chaos for revenge. Argus- in all her life did not regret her decision for revenge. Because it gave her something else than a bloody corpse- it gave her family again.
It was only later that that life was snuffed. The memories a vacancy of reason and logic.
In all her life- blood and fire chased her. Living memories of the dead haunt her to this day. And life? Life gets darker. It goes on without anyone's say- and while animals hit dirt and stumble- the world will not bat an eye.
There are times the death god will mourn her own emotions- how easily it is to grow attached to people. An immortal with mortal values- mortal needs. companionship, hope- family. While she can sit and hope for the ability to detach herself from her ties- to look at this world the way a distant eldritch being- and be able to drift without forming ties. Without purpose-fueled by petty desires.
emotions made everything so much more complicated
No one is ever typically fond of their actions are willing to talk about them- it's the reason why so little know about her beside fables of monsters to cull curious children. It was stupidly easily how someone could hide from their past- changing their name and appearance was enough for her. Years of hurting other's accumulating a reputation is now only referenced as a ghost of her former self. A wolf hiding an even darker wolf.
She could not say family was an answer to the worlds problems. She could not tell someone to be better and make it so. It took time- patience. But it took someone else to pull you from that cycle of hate. It still goes- it's still present within her- itching- twitching- fighting away in the recesses of her mind. But it is no longer the driving force.
It wasn't uncommon for her to be outside the territory- merely skimming the waves with her own wings- surveying movements of rouges and keeping appearances within the world While the typhoon ticked on. She did not usually stop, didn't really approach other's either. But Argus was still every bit of impulsive as she was when she was a child. She let her own wanderlust take hold of her paws until she detected the other not far up ahead. Dull crimson eyes watching the other from a short distance away. A ghost amidst the tree's
"You look lost." The wolf's voice was calm, not soothing- with the rough tinged in her voice it was coarse as if she had spent the morning yelling. When she stepped into a better lighting she made the appearance of looking nonthreatening with the giant gaping hole in her chest. Ears slightly wilted in subdued inquisition. "In a way that has nothing to do with direction" Argus always tended to speak in riddles with people she didn't know- people she wanted to know. Slightly cryptic in nature. She waited for a response. Maybe they would lash out? Or a quiet acknowledge?